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Fiachra frowned. She sat next to him and waved a hand in front of his face. This had never happened before, well, she had never left anyone alive before. "Hey. Are you okay?"

 

The man's breathing was ragged. His skin was clammy and pail. This was not good. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

 

Fiachra frowned. "Hang on. Youre not dying on me! Your the only person who can get my true human form back!" She grabbed onto him and bit his neck again, this time pumping in blood.

 

Coughing, the man came back to life. He sat up, holding Firchra's head, hoping to keep his head clear. He knew he'd wouldn't die yet. There was no way he would die like this.

 

Fiachra pulled back from his neck again. She shook her head to clear away the dizziness and looked up at Gendran. "Note to us. No more sucking your blood. Nasty after effect."

 

Gendran shook his head.

"Note to us, not gonna happen. You need to eat something. Like it or not, I'm the only one that would allow you."

 

Fiachra shrugged. "Oh well. Then you'll just have to make sure you dont faint everytime." She stood up and headed towards the door. "Werent you ment to take me to testing?" Fiachra asked.

 

Gendran nodded frantically. Damn, he almost forgot about it.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. Just help me up. I'll give you directions."

 

Fiachra went over to him and held out a hand. "Youre not coming? I hate to say but i'm still a bit hungry and your Oompa Lumpas will just be fast food."

 

"Alright alright, fine. Drain me again. How long do you go without blood?"

Shaking, Gendran extended his wrist towards the dark angel. He'd give her what he needed. He needed her.

 

Fiachra took it and pulled him up. "Just need it once a day. And it would help if you had something to eat and drink. It'll restore the blood you lost. But i dont know about the blood i gave you."

 

Gendran ignored Firchra's words, forcing his wrist to her mouth.

"Let's not talk about this now. Hurry up and feed. We'll deal with everything else later."

 

Fiachra shook her head. "Im fine. I dont need anymore. Since we dont have much time like you said, take me there."

 

Gendran wrappe his arm around the girl's shoulder, trying to get up. However, he still haden't recovered. His legs buckled.

 

Fiachra was pulled down with Gendran. She landed on top of him on the floor. Fiachra frowned. "Nice going, dumbass." Saying this stopped herself from blushing. (OOC: GTG)

 

ooc: kay, I'll post tommorow, bye.

 

Once they had made it downstairs Mixt followed but when they made it to her room he lost intrest. He desperately wanted to know about everything down here and had thus begun talking to the various scientists. It quickly became obvious that only a few of them knew about the overall process, most of them really just specialized in thier own machine. Seeing as Mixt still had little idea what he should do in the organization he decided this was a good place to start and spent the entire night talking with the scientists.

 

Gendran looked up at her, wheezing from the strain. He could barely breath. Man she was heavy.

"Hey! Don't forget who fed you today!"

 

Fiachra got off him. "Don't forget the one who pulled me down in the first place." She just wanted to get to testing soon so they could take the persona out of her. "Anyway, come on. Get up." Fiachra grabbed his arm and pulled to help him up.

 

Grunting, Gendran held on to her wrist, fighting to stay on his knees.

"Alright alright, geez. You almost killed me. A little kindness would be helpful."